"All right! Because I am the hero, I am in charge!" Dyami whispered shouted.

"Are you sure about this? I don't want to make them mad at us." Russia asked with the other young nations in agreement.

"Do you want to get caught, mate? Don't seam like a smart idea, but I'm in." Australia said.

"Alright, all I really need is one other person for this to work."

"Mother will not be pleased but I'm in." Russia joined.

Carthage did not know it yet, but the three young nations were going to commit the biggest prank yet.


"Are you feeling well, Hungary?" Austria asked.

The young warrior turned to face her friend. "I am fine, but I really want to punch Prussia in the face."

"Oh, ok." Austria shivered at the crazed look in her eye.


"Hey, Holy Rome! Have you confessed your undying love for Italy yet or is my awesome little brother to scared to proclaim his love for the woman he loves!"

"WHAT! WHO IN THE HELL LOVES ITALY! I WILL RIP YOU TO SHREDS IF YOU SO MUCH AS HURT MI FRATELLO! IS IT YOU YOU POTATO BASTARD!

"Fratello! Don't say that to Holy Rome!"

"Roma, that is not nice! Oh, you look so cute when you are yelling at people! You are adorable as a tomato!"


"HEY! NO ONE PICKS ON ENGLAND BUT US! WE ARE HIS BROTHERS AND THAT IS WHAT BROTHERS DO! IF YOU, A NON RELATIVE HURTS OUR LITTLE BROTHER YOU HAVE FOUR CELTIC WARRIORS SKILLED IN MAGIC AS WELL AS WEAPONS TO DEAL WITH!"


Carthage felt cold and the hairs on his neck stand up. For some reason he felt impending doom.


"That was a very productive meeting for once."

"I agree."

"Take them! Take them all! Especially Native America and Keivan Rus! Take your demon children!"

And Carthage took Spain and Portugal and ran.